The Strange Life of an Egyptian Platypus and Other Stories from Psych Class
TESS and ISAAC are classmates and close acquaintances working on a phycology project involving what people do when they are alone. They are sitting in the back of the classroom where two beanbags and a child’s carpet make their sitting are. A few desks have been set up behind them. TESS is an intelligent, if not sarcastic girl of seventeen. ISAAC is her age, but slightly more reserved.
TESS: This is a stupid project.
ISAAC: [annoyed] I know, TESS.
TESS: You need to speak more slowly; the project might not understand you.
ISAAC: I already slowed down my voice for you-
TESS: [sarcastically] You’re so funny, Isaac. I’m dying of laughter.
ISAAC: Sounds like it. [Picks up clipboard, pen, stares at it in frustration]. So, as much as I’m terrified to ask, what do you do when you’re alone?
TESS: I pretend I’m an Egyptian pole dancer and practice my routine on my bed post.
[ISAAC looks at her with a mix of confusion and disgust]
TESS: Alright, fine. When I’m alone, I turn into a crime fighting platypus with laryngitis and a gay-guy fedora.
ISAAC: You….you are something else aren’t you?
TESS: Well, yeah, how many crime fighting egg laying mammals of action are there?
ISAAC: Seriously, Tess, can we just get this over with?
TESS: Fine, when I’m alone I play Age of Empires and eat ice cream and occasionally watch Letters To Juliet because it makes me bitter about the love life I don’t have. Your turn.
ISAAC: Um…
TESS: If it’s porn, I don’t want to know, [holds the clipboard out towards him, he doesn’t take it] just put it on the paper and don’t tell me.
ISAAC: No, TESS, that’s not…no… [shakes his head, is looking everywhere but at her]
TESS: Ballet?
ISAAC: No, and…really Tess? Do I look like a ballet dancer to you?
TESS: [spoken like a question] Yes?
ISAAC: Here…give me the paper, Perry.
TESS: Anything you say, twinkle toes.
[ISAAC writes something on the paper, then folds it and puts it well out of TESS’ reach]
TESS: What’d you write?
ISAAC: Does it matter?
TESS: This is supposed to be a group project.
ISAAC: You really want to know?
TESS: Yes, I do.
ISAAC: When I am alone… [he hesitates for a moment, trying to read her expression] when I am alone I read the posts on your Facebook wall and hope that maybe you’ll send me a message.
TESS: What?
ISAAC: You wanted to know.
TESS: I did, but… Did you write that on the paper? We’re turning that in!
ISAAC: So what if I did? Maybe I’m into belly dancing platypi from Egypt. Our teacher won’t judge, he’s probably into that stuff too…
TESS: Wait, so you like me?
ISAAC: I do, actually. And while I’m spilling out my secrets to you, about that ballet thing…
[ISAAC raises an eyebrow, smirking]
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